Hope for the Breast

One of humankind’s greatest plague has struck too close to home for the second time.

To all women with breast cancer: You are on my mind.

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Stand Back, Stevie. Stand Back.


“Stand Back” by Stevie Nicks in my head. Had to watch the music video on YouTube.

Remembered a time when MTV played music videos. The M in MTV, it stood for Music. Don’t know what it stands for now. Continue reading “Stand Back, Stevie. Stand Back.”

Mile High Trip

Nobody told him that dropping acid at the airport before getting on a two-hour flight from Chicago to Denver would be a bad idea.

Maybe if somebody did, his flight would not have begun with him tripping balls. Drenched in sweat, eyes darting around the cabin with a look of terror while the plane took off from ORD.

Maybe if someone did, his flight would not have ended with him curled into a fetal position across an entire row of seats in the back if the plane during descent. A sassy black flight attendant rocking him in her arms and running her acrylic nails through his wild mane of hair, humming “Amazing Grace” to keep him calm while the plane bounced along the tarmac at DIA.

Big maybe.

Mommy’s Little Drunk

At the age of eleven he was ahead of the curve with the drinking. He would mimic what he saw in the movies. It was all he had to go on.

On the television would be some guy had a bad day at the office and hunched over at the bar, staring down at a bourbon like he was having a conversation with it.

He had taken a rocks glass from the cabinet, dropped two large ice cubes in it, and poured the cola. He filled it to a height not taller than the cubes. Just like the movies. Continue reading “Mommy’s Little Drunk”